THE RETURN OF THE FIELDFARE. 



~\ X 7HEN the swallow and his clan have deserted 

 for the winter their haunts among the smoke- 

 blackened roofs of the city, no bird is found who, in 

 any sense, fills their places. 



Most of the starlings go away to join the legions 

 that muster by the sea or on the moorland. 



Only the sparrow stays. No one ever sees his sooty 

 coat among the handsome dresses of his country 

 cousins. 



But out in the fields the case is different. We miss 

 indeed the crowd of birds who came to us in the 



